Restricted Items

Sitting at the gate reading my book, my name was called to the podium. Since I hadn't placed my name on any waitlists, I was more than a little mystified. I placed the book back in my workbag, and walked up to the podium.

"Ms Montgomery, there is a problem with your checked bag," the gate agent said. The poor girl was terrified, trying to maintain a seriousness about her.

I adjusted my bag, standing a bit straighter. My mind raced. Recalling the recent lists of "not approved for checked luggage" nothing came to mind. Okay, must be some random check then, and have to get thru this.

She led me back to the inner sanctuary of the airport. Each terminal at our airport is the same, so this area I recognized quite well. Even though I never worked in this terminal, it echoed the familiar lay out of my long ago first job.

A man turned around to look at me. With out stopping to be polite, he led me back to a secluded office.

A rising dread filled me. My heart pounded in my chest. Again I ran thru the contents of my checked luggage. I took a large breath, and walked into the small-enclosed room. Windowless, it could be a prison cell, empty and cold.

"Ms Montgomery, are you aware of TSS restrictions for prohibited items in checked luggage." He glanced up from his clipboard to catch my eye.

All the e-mails I've read for our clients passed before my mind. I'll admit, I've never read the full content. Better to plead naïve then try to defend myself.

"No." I tucked my feet underneath me. I wanted to adjust my t-shirt. The low cut top always makes me nervous that the lacy edge of my bra might be showing. But this isn't the time to show my fright, my nervousness.

"It is posted at security, ma'am." He handed me a flyer. I glanced down. Do I pour over the details, or do I keep my attention on him? His eyes glared into me.

I looked down at the words as they spun before my eyes. What had I done wrong? Shampoo, conditioner, make-up. There was nothing unusual in my bag! I tried to focus on the bullet points. No weapons in my bag, no knives, or corrosive substances. I flipped it over, looking for a clue, something. I found nothing, and set the paper down to look back up at this bastard.

What was going on? I straightened up, and looked at him, my eyebrows coming down a bit.

"What is the problem?" I had had it with this game. There was nothing wrong in my bag, nothing at all!

"Ma'am, is this yours?" He pulled up the zip lock bag of my toys. Dildo, and jackrabbit vibrator. I felt a blush rise from my chest to my cheeks. My toys!

I am a woman, and I enjoy my toys. Was there a problem with it? My chin jutted up, "Yes, those are mine."

My lips were set into an angry glare.

"Please look under section 1.5 on the flyer I gave you."

I wanted to flip off an angry quip at this ass hole. How dare he have a problem with me taking sex toys with me! Don't try and tell me other women don't do the same.

Instead I took a breath, and picked the flyer back up. Snide remarks vied for attention, but instead I read. The section covers weapons, knives, scissors. It seemed to apply mostly to items taken on board a plane that can be thrust into a person.

I set the paper back down. "There is nothing here that applies to those items."

"Young lady, I will determine that." His voice was angry, controlled. I felt a wave of fear rush thru me. A burning developed in my breasts as I sat higher. My lips buttoned up tight in frustration.

"Are you saying these items are not dangerous? Are you questioning me?"

I stared at him. There was no good answer to those questions. Instead I choose silence. Better to give this jerk more room to hang himself. I'm not falling for this crap.

He opened the zip lock bag, and took out the Dildo. His paws all over my toy! "Are you telling me this has never been thrust into a person, like a knife, driven up to the hilt?"

He fingered the balls on the toy, and turned to look at me. Standing up, he kept fingering my toy.

I was flabbergasted. Suddenly I have gone from fuming mad to being turned on. This guy is playing with my toy. I couldn't deny the warmth growing between my legs. My glare doesn't have quite the fire that it had seconds ago. Instead it has become confused, watching his hands.

"And what about this one?" He put the dildo down to pick up my jackrabbit. Messing with the controls he flipped it on. The clit vibrator sang out, and the whole toy began to dance. I watched it, my eyes becoming wide.

"It's a thrusting weapon." He looked down at my legs tightly wound together under the chair. My ankles are crossed, and tucked under me, my knees now clenched together.

"Do I need to demonstrate what I mean, so that you understand what sort of weapon this is?"

"No, thank you." My eyes narrowed, flashing at him in anger.

"Oh, I think I do! I don't think you understand the gravity of your actions young lady."

I breathed in, looking for my logic and intelligence. I had to get out of this some how. This man had rape on the mind. And though one part of me agreed that could be fun, that wasn't on the books for today, and not with this bastard!

"Excuse me!?" I finally respond.

"Since you don't understand that these are weapons, I'll show you."

"No you will not. You will give me back my toys and let me board my plane." I spat out. I looked him straight in the eyes daring him to say otherwise.

"I don't think so." A cruel smile played over his lip.

I looked at him. Taking a moment to take stock of his character, the situation. No flying off the handle.

He walked over to me, holding the dildo. He fingered it, and looked me up and down. I stared at his eyes, refusing to be frightened. I would not wilt under him. He couldn't keep my eyes. My willingness to return his anger, to not be cowed- it got to him.

He brought a finger to my face, ran it around my lips. I froze.

The dildo came to my face. "Lick it! I'm going to show you this is a weapon. I'm going to thrust this into your face, and pump it."

I lifted my face higher. I didn't speak a word, but it was obvious what the answer is. Hell no you wont!

He pushed the toy against my lips, and I fought back against it. Grabbing hold of my face, he tried to push the toy into my mouth. My hands flew to my face to defend myself.

Then the logical portion of my brain kicked in. Oh yes, defensive training here. Both hands turned out, palms. And I used a quick jab straight to the groin. Quick, with both hands, palms as the hitting surface. He pulled back, doubling over. I stood up, quickly raising my right leg. Knee flew up, and foot flicked up to follow the hands.

The chair fell over behind me as I stood to my fighting position. He was now groaning in front of me, not paying attention. I glanced behind me for the door. I knew not to turn around. My hands held in defensive position in front of me, I shuttled back towards the door, my eyes never leaving him. In a graceful move, I put my bag on. And I backed up to the door.

It was locked! My hand behind me tried to wiggle it. Flipping around to face the door I realized it was locked with a key! CRAP!

Now I had goaded a bull, and was trapped in the room with him. Obviously he had the key. He looked up at me, eyes wild.

Bending my knees slightly, I came down to full fighting position. Hands flat, ready to fly and hit. He growled at me. I saw his hand flick to his waist and out came a set of handcuffs. My eyes opened in surprise. Oh no, this could go really bad. I tried to think this thru, remember my training. Chain punching is the best defensive and offense. It's hard to get thru. And keep the feet moving so that the attention can't be focused in one place.

He lunged for me, cuffs open. My leg flew up, and the hands began to fly thru the chain punching. I connected with skin, multiple times. I didn't have time to think of where to hit. And he was quickly thru my defense, body tackled. I fell to the ground beneath him. I tried to pull my leg up to work with it, but his weight was on me.

Quickly the cuffs were on, and he dragged me back to the table. He leaned me back over the table, his body trapping me. My legs were spread, and I couldn't raise myself up.

"I've got a weapon here with your name on it." He growled, grabbing for the dildo. His fingers seized at my jeans.

I laid back. It was a foregone conclusion now. There was no way I can get out. Door locked, me cuffed. I could either fight and it would hurt more, or I could accept what is happening. Doesn't mean I had to like it.

He quickly loosened my jeans, and as I tried to breath and recover. He yanked them down to my knees. The scrunched denim fabric held my legs open. With his knee pressed between, I was spread open for his eyes.

"You bitch!" He looked down at himself. "You came so close to hitting me. Man that hurt!"

I smiled to myself! YES! He rubbed his growing erection. I didn't hit him square on, but probably hit the thigh, or pelvis. It hurt, but didn't score the big one.

"You're going to get it." He picked up my dildo, and brought it back to my now exposed pussy. I squeezed my legs together as much as I can. My pussy was wet, slick with anticipation. This whole time I had been turned on! This ass hole managed to get me dripping wet. I refused to show him the reward of his hard work.

His hand reached down my slit, to find my hole. His face brightened with pleasure as he felt my wetness. I thought I'd die of shame. He looked at me.

"You like this!"

"No!" I twisted and writhed on the table.

His fingers found the opening, and he stuck a few up in me. A low yelp comes out of my mouth as I tighten up. My back came up off the table, and my hips opened a bit. With the other hand he shoved the dildo into me. I screamed, coming up higher off the table. The rubber balls of the toy grinding into my pelvis.

Waves of tightening washed over me as my body danced upon the table. I fought to lay my body back down, to deny this bastard what he sought. My spasming hips quieted to a tick under my willpower.

He pulled the toy out, only to jam it straight back in. I gasped in surprise. It quickly hit that spot. Everything tightened, and I froze, my whole attention focused deep within me as the toy jammed against the back wall. My hips shifted, falling open.

Again and again he pumped the toy back, slamming it against me. I fought to quell the waves, to hold myself down; to resist what was being done to me.

"So that can't break thru your control, can it?" He jeered at me. He went back and removed the jackrabbit. My eyes stopped on the toy as he played with the controls. This was my sure orgasm toy. Every time I wanted to get myself off, guaranteed orgasm, never fail. I felt my mouth clamp shut, I would not betray myself. I bit my teeth together.

Simply hearing the familiar buzzing of the toy made me want to clench my pussy in anticipation. I could hear it; I could remember the waves of pleasure as the clit tickler happily works my spot. And the hard toy was even better for ramming up against the back wall of my cervix. Its hard head was a painful pleasure, pounding out clenched orgasm after orgasm that left me double over in euphoria.

My face locked down into a mask. But my eyes widened. And despite my best effort, I felt my nipples becoming erect. My body was jumping for joy.

He brought the head of the toy to rest against my lips. I felt the clit tickler turned on, low. Somewhere, far away from its proper spot, the little vibrating joy was turned on.

My back arched, my hips thrust against the toy. A moan of pleasure escaped my lips. I bit back on my lips, trying to swallow the ensuing sounds. My bucking pelvis though was harder to contain. Slowly I lowed my shoulders back to the table. Then my back, followed by my lower back. My wide spread hips though continued grinding after the toy, pushing from side to side, sending the toy into all it's usual nocks and pleasure crannies.

"You like this, slut." He said as he reached for my breast. Thru my shirt he mauled the large mound of flesh. Pinching it, squeezing it, making it hurt. He sneered at me, some how knowing that I'm enjoying myself.

In a quick movement his hand found the hem of my shirt and ripped it up. Suddenly my bra was exposed. A gasp of surprise escaped me, sounding a bit more like a sexually excited sound. He pushed my bra back, exposing raw white flesh. Nipples stood hard under the cold air-conditioned air. With one hand he reached down to pinch a nipple.

I felt my back arch up, pushing the soft flesh against him. The side of his mouth flicked up in a wicked smile. He twisted the tender flesh, pulling. A sharp gasp came from my lip as I twitched on the table.

And then he went back to stabbing the toy deep in me. One hand assaulted my nipple, the other reeked havoc on a spot right next to my cervix. My body snaked up to meet his hands. First the hips lifted, and then the back to trust my breast up. My head fell back as my eyes closed. My heavy breath rasped over my vocal cords as I fought to stop. It was fight that I was destined to loose.

Without warning my other nipple was bit. I heard myself scream, and my head flew back up. Hand cuffed hands swung forward, suddenly trying to protect the sensitive flesh. He looked at me, my nipple captured in his teeth as he pulled it up. His eyes crinkled in a smile. Like a dog, his head went back and forth, worrying the nipple. My mouth opened slightly as I breathed. Eyes dilated in unspoken pleasure.

My pussy muscles clenched tight, high up next to my cervix. Like a bowling ball rolling down the lane, the tightness rolls over the remainder of my pussy, flicking my body along as an after thought. The slow motion crack of the whip drove my head into the table. And I finally began to breath again. He has staid on thru this crashing wave of a building orgasm. He looked up at me in awe. Eyes that were simply cruel were now filled with something different, desire maybe. I didn't have time to think as that high spot next to my cervix sang it's squeezing song again. A sensuous whip ran thru my body again. And then my body stilled against the table.

A dreadful shame fills me. This man has now been left with no doubt that I am enjoying myself. I laid still, drained for the moment. Emotionally I was a wreck. The anger was still boiling in me, but now it was mixed with my desire for this bastard. It was a hard knot in my throat.

He stood up, looking down at me. Assessing where I was, and what he could do. I whimpered under his gaze. He had plans, and I had no control. It was scary, and so exciting.

He knelt down, spreading my pussy wide. His large thumb resting on my sensitive clit, just pushing. My breath came in big gasps, heavy. The hips opened, and I squirmed.

I felt his fingers running over the lips. First the outer lips, and then opening the inner portions. A finger danced at the hole, and I thrust my hips at him.

"Please!" The word escaped my lips before I realized. More a breath. I prayed he didn't hear it.

"What?" He stood up to look at me. One hand resting on my wet, needy pussy. "What did you say?" His voice was hard, demanding an answer. I couldn't believe myself, begging this raping bastard, begging him to put his fingers back inside me. Standing there, his finger on my clit, I rolled my hips around hoping he'd simply go back to his play. "Count of three, answer me. What did you say? One. . two"

"Please!" I closed my eyes and said the word, biting my lips after I let the word escape me.

"Ohhh . . you like this!" Grinding his pelvis against me.

My legs fought against my jeans, fought to spread wider, to lay myself open before him. Before this stranger having his way with me. He bucked against me, and I bucked back. He dug in, nails in my thighs, growling.

A low sound came out of my throat, meeting the wild sound in him. My lip curled, one side coming up as I pushed back, flicking my hips from side to side. My pussy lips opened around the cock in the trousers, a wet trail being left along his pants. Deep in my throat a noise arose. Pure pleasure. Wonderful, uninhibited.

A hand reached down to grab my nipple again. Clipping on so tight, pulling it up. My body flung on the crashing euphoria. I could hear sounds coming out of my mouth, the low sexual sounds as I approach an orgasm. My nipple, pinched, clutched. It was being turned, and tweaked, stretched and pleasured. It hurt, it sang. At once two things. The joy of it shooting down to my clit. My clit, grinding against his trouser clad cock. His cock held by the lips of my pussy. My pussy open, wet, rubbing up against him.

His hand came off my nipple, and he stepped back from my pussy. I struggled to sit up, left momentarily unsure of what was happening. The sound of a zipper coming down brought reassurance. The cock was coming back. This time without the accompanying clothing.

I heard him swear as he realized that his shoes were in the way. Some quick, desperate pushing, and the shoes dropped off his feet so he could free himself. Large gasps of air, I drew in. My pussy clamped down waiting for the cock. I wanted to nurse that head, jam it up against the wall of my cervix. Squeeze it until it popped like some teenage boys over ripe zit. Push that thing to it's limit, and make it burst, make it gush forth in my pussy.

He stood up, throwing his clothes elsewhere. His hands came to my thighs. He yanked my shoes off, and ripped my jeans off of me. I sighed in relief, wiggling my hips wider, scooting back so that I could take him. Give to me, now!

Digging his hands into my thighs, he positioned himself. With one hand he held his cock. I could feel the warm, wet head at my pussy lips. My pussy opened wide, the muscles working to reach, trying to stretch out, to draw him in. I thrust my hips up at him.

"When I say so." He ground the hips down into the table, his cock trembling, shaking at my pussy. My pussy nibbling at it, lips and cunt hole opening, closing, trying to work him in.

And suddenly he pushed his way in. I screamed as he split me, pushing down thru tight walls, to slam against the wall of my cervix. It rang for joy as he hit it. Rang and vibrated thru my body, the shock waves pulling me up off the table.

He growled a possessive, satisfied sound. A man who had just taken what he wanted. His half lidded eyes looked at me, and he ground against me. His fingers dug into the skin of my hips. Taking, holding, making it his. I was marked.

He slowly pulled the cock back out, exploring the cunt walls as he did so. Pressing against one side he came out. And changing his weight, he pushed in, exploring the other side. I tried to open my pussy wider, give him room. My whole mind, focused on that cock, feeling its texture.

I held it in my pussy as he pushed past. It was silk, slick and smooth. At my highest point, I measured the breadth of his head, coming in close around him. He tipped up slightly at the point. As I tightened in certain areas, I could change which point he hit. I experimented, tightening lower, higher, changing his angle as he came in.

"OOOHhh!!" The surprised jolt went thru me as I found the magic combination. It was that elusive spot. That one amazing little spots that so rarely I could find. That spot, that once it's hit, if you just keep hitting it, I'll cum for how ever long you hit it. I'll cum again and again, never stopping. Magic.